Falling behind doesn’t guarantee a win—but leading the group might.
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“Are you sure about this?” as if déjà vu, Ezekiel is filled with countless thoughts and worried questions as he begin setting up their table, placing one plate after the other, still on his blue apron. “I support you but still…” despite his faith in his girlfriend’s schemes, he can’t help but overthink things, especially when he thinks she’s rushing things a little too much.
“Trust me on this one, Zeke.” Georgia said, smiling as she stirred the pot, putting on the finishing touch on their main course—the orphanage’s signature chicken noodle soup. “I might shut up if you at least let me in your plan, Alli.” He sighed, now standing tall after putting the fifth plate and is now looking at her back. I didn’t expect h
